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I woke up this morning |
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To find that we have outlived the myth of trust |
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You woke up this morning |
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To the fact we've lost the things |
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You took for granted between us |
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Because I grew up in awe of the girl next door |
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And the boy that never cried |
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I was dreaming of those Elizabethan girls |
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While you were working in the market to earn ourselves |
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And when you found out what happened yesterday |
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While you were away in this land of Cain |
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We were upstairs in the bedroom dancing disgusting |
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And flushing our babies down the drain |
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And the apple that don't want to get eaten |
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Will still fall off the tree |
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When you're in as deep as we are honey |
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It's so easy to get washed out to sea |
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For the facts of life are not man and wife |
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But man and woman sadly |
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And the apple that doesn't want to get eaten |
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Will still fall off the tree |
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I woke up this morning |
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To find that we have outlived the myth of trust |
